Wishing and waiting

The love of my life is winging her way to see me, coming all the way from Dhaka, Bangladesh.   I am so incredibly happy and have all kinds of plans for my lady love, my beloved Fur Butt. 

I want her to know that I will do forbidden, frowned upon things while waiting for her to arrive, such as:

• flying through the air to land on the sofa  to gaze out the window while waiting to catch a first glimpse of her
• rubbing up against her freshly washed comforter to leave my essence
• lounging on the dining room table to peek out the dining room window once I hear her walking to the door

I look in her room and imagine our reunion, just knowing she'll let me  snuggle with her.  I've been deliberately NOT grooming myself too much so that my fur will have a better chance of staying on her suitcase and clothes, thus bringing a piece of ME with her when she leaves. 

 I've dragged my special "love blanket" into her room and will share it with her throughout her stay. I have developed a habit of kneading the blanket, biting it while doing so, and have managed to move it from the family room sofa, all the way up the stairs, through the main floor rooms, and up the staircase to her bedroom.  My HM finally cut a piece of the blanket that would be easier for me to transport.  She's pretty smart for a mere human.

My beloved's  mom  (Mom #3) found a nice song about coming home and has been playing it for me.  It brings tears to my luminous, almond-shaped eyes, contributing to my phenomenal appearance.  I've been dancing to it and have to say I have quite the moves.

I can't wait, just one more day!

A happy day!

Today is a happy happy day for me because I got a message from my Mom #2 telling me I'm still the king of her heart. My very far away Mom, my divine Fur Butt...

Now I can hold my handsome head up high, knowing that I'm still #1. I looked at myself in the mirror shortly after reading  those loving words and as I admired the brilliant white fur covering my muscled chest, the way my eyes shine with good health and my gorgeous profile, I thought to myself:

That made my day.  And when the man came to the house to fix something in the kitchen today, as I walked  up to him and rubbed my face against his leg to let him know that I was there, ready to be admired, he said, "Wow, she's a beautiful cat! What's her name? Come here, sweetheart!   What's her name? If she were my cat, I'd call  her Honey because she's the color of honey."  Although I could have been offended about being mistaken for a girl, I simply purred, knowing that I've still got what it takes!

I love Mom #2 and am sorry for being petty and jealous. It's so beneath me because I am a superior, pulchritudinous, divinely handsome  guy, and I'm not the only one who knows it! 

Yes, just call me

Make that purr-fect!

fb= formerly beloved

I found out recently that I have been replaced. My second mom (Fur Butt) has been posting on facebook about the new love of her life, a kitten who apparently has taken up a huge piece of her heart that formerly belonged to me alone.

This is my new replacement, the new kid in town. Hard to tell, but word has it he /she is "adorable" and "so cute."  I'd like to think that any cat who takes my place would be exceptionally splendid.

 

 

This is me: waiting at the door for "Fur Butt" to come home to me.  I'm not being cuddled by her, nor do I have the luxury of hanging out with her in her bed.  All I get to do is lie on her bed with my catbro, Leo while she bestows affection on someone else.

 

 

I'll just do what I've always done : wait, and wait, and wait for Mom #2 to come home and hopefully come to her senses and start posting zillions of shots of me in all my glory so that her many fb friends can "like" all of them.  By the way, "fb" doesn't mean "Fur Butt," but it can mean a lot of things. In my case it means "Formerly Beloved."